This week the dicks welcome back their favorite prison guard to talk legal prostitution. Han Solo’s carbonite nightmares, and delaying gratification. No, not edging Mike! Geez.

After a difficult start, the Dicks get stuck in a bud light back and froth, result in a trans dilemma. Sorry it was a dilemma from birth, unless you call it something different. Hand slams forehead.

The dicks aren’t distracted by the local GOP race, instead Jesse gives away a great car club idea, and Ed reveals if he killed any animals over the last week.

The dicks focus their attention on the writers’ strike, peace River, and the club-swinging underdog of the week.

The upcoming solar storm is going to test Jesse’s eyesight into the quantum realm

After the Spanish pronoun conversation transitioned into one concerning Trump’s latest failure, one of the dicks invites daddy DeSantis to come down and dole out spankings.

The dicks throw shit at the wall and hope it tastes like spaghetti….Damn! Pay our writers!

This week, The dicks invite local funny man and trivia host Brett Morris back with his friend Matteo. And no that’s not a nickname for his junk.

The Dicks go over the log-term ramifications of the previous week’s plethora of political shenanigans and pudding.

The dicks question Sherpas, wearable fitness trackers, and the inappropriate use of your penis, in certain situations.